Slow's observation"We probably didn't need to come out here in the first place."Was not let pass by McCock"Yes we did, we had to come to Renmark's ass...stance."No one disagreed with that proposition.The vidcom links were broken down and the meeting broke up with Slow to coordinate the change of course and the inner staff to begin planning exercises with RMN MCs. Sir Henry and Rosemary remained seated longer than the other participants and both carefully scrutinised McCock's face before. "And my name is Bond." The other told me.I looked at the woman, "Please don't tell me your name is Scully? If so, you need to find a new source of names." I said before she could answer."No, my name is Kelsey. What is wrong with the names they're using? Our research told us that they were popular names for our profession." Kelsey (Kelly) asked tilting her head as she did so."They are names taken from fiction. Fox Mulder is a character supposedly in charge of an FBI Department looking into. Tasted like straight orange juice. She took another swallow, and then another. The glass was empty. She looked at her empty glass and giggled. "Guess I was thirsty," she said.Henry stepped up to where Karen was sitting on the couch and took her empty glass from her hand. He quickly returned to the bar and refilled it. When he handed it to Karen, she just held the glass in her hand, not wanting to drink another so soon. But Henry raised his own glass in a salute and said, "To life!" He drained. I mean like have breasts like us, neat things like menustration, not!, and to lose that thing you keep in your dance belt? Seems like you're most of the way there now!" "Barbara, I never really thought about it. You three are really the first people my age that know anything about my home life". Then Whitney jumped in with "Erin, what is a pair of capezio toe shoes doing beside your bed? Are they yours, by chance? Are you going to tell us that you actually dance en pointe?" "Yes, my mom.